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hela-avenger · 5 years ago

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poison & wine- part 32

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1482

Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

A/N: Thanks for your comments, everyone! The last update certainly brought the drama and I know I broke some hearts but it will be resolved! I promise! Only three parts left! With some bonus scenes too!

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Loki had told you to leave. In fact, he yelled at you to leave. As if you had been a hindrance to him and perhaps you are for having convinced him to continue with the lie to this exact point.

You’re stupid.

Incredibly stupid to have thought that this could ever work.

Loki did not love you. Maybe he cared, but he did not love you. You mistook his friendliness for love and now you were suffering the consequences.

You’re humiliated and worst of all you’re alone in a random hallway of the palace far away from the home that you know and love. A home that hadn’t made you suffer like your time spent in Asgard.

Yes, you’re a half-breed, a demi-god, a girl split between two realms.

You’re also an orphan. A traveler with no sense of direction. A flower with no roots.

Most importantly, you’re a heartbroken fool who thought that a royal prince could ever find you worthy of his love.

You didn’t know where to go. You don’t know where you were meant to go. You were too focused on trying to keep the tears at bay to formulate a plan at the moment. All you desired at the moment was to leave this realm once and for all and forget everything that’s happened here.

So why not? Why not leave the realm once and for all? It was what Loki desired just a day ago and for good reason. He had tried to spare you the heartbreak and you had still asked for it.

You pick up your silk skirt once again and start to run.

You somehow manage to find yourself back at the royal stables but any luck you had, which was not much to begin with in the first place, is all gone as the Lady Sif looks up at you in clear surprise.

“What are you doing here?” you ask. “Shouldn’t you be at the celebration like everyone else?”

“Someone has to keep guard,” she answers before glancing at your gown. “What’s your excuse? Isn’t it for your honor?”

You don’t know how to respond. You may be upset but you weren’t ready to let all your feelings out to the first person you found. Especially to someone who showed her clear distaste to the man you loved.

“I had to get out of there,” you answer. “I just… It’s not what it turned out to be.”

“So you came to the stables?” she asks, confused.

Your impromptu plan was falling apart all because of a nosy knight.

“Look, I just came for a ride so if you don’t mind…”

You try to move past her but she’s quick to catch your arm.

“You’re very upset,” she notes. “What did Loki do?”

“Why do you think he had something to do with this?”

“Because I know him.”

“Well, it’s clear that you don’t,” you argue. “He… He did nothing. This was all me.”

You let out a sigh knowing you wouldn’t get anywhere without revealing the truth.

“I fell in love with him, and he didn’t,” you confess. “My heartbreak is my own to blame.”

Surprisingly, Sif relents and lets you go.

“I understand,” she whispers. “The princes have a certain allure, don’t they?”

It takes you a second to realize who she’s referring to.

“Oh,” you answer. “You and…”

“Yes, and we don’t have to speak about it,” Sif remarks sharply before softening. “I’m sure you don’t.”

“I don’t,” you agree. “But I love him and he doesn’t which is why I can’t be here anymore. I have to get out of here.”

“So where do you wish to go?” Sif asks as she pulls her horse out of the stable. “I’ll take you.”

“The Bifrost,” you state ignoring her obvious surprise. “I wish to go home.”

The moment you left the royal hall, Loki turned to his enraged father. He did not dare to offer an explanation until you were far enough away from the scene. Loki hated himself for having to raise his voice at you but it was better than the alternative. You didn’t deserve to be caught in the aftermath of his lie. You didn’t deserve to be hated by Asgard and incur Odin’s wrath because of him.

“Tell the musicians to start,” Loki orders the nearby servant as he hands the case holding the apple for him to take. “And keep the guests away from the throne room.”

With that order done, Loki turns to his silent and angry Odin.

“My father and I wish to discuss in private.”

Odin refrains from snapping at him as Frigga comes into his vision. Just a gentle touch from his wife seems to bring him back from the brink of disaster and allows for Odin to be led into the nearby throne room without uttering a word.

“Now, son,” Frigga begins calmly. “Please explain to us why you’ve caused such disruption on a day like this?”

Loki looked between his mother and Odin unsure of how to speak the truth he had evaded and ignored for so long.

“I lied,” Loki states simply. “I’ve been lying to you this whole time. The courtship and now this engagement…”

Loki pauses and looks at Odin with a sigh.

“You were right,” he whispers. “I made a deal with her to fake a courtship with me and she accepted.”

He can’t help but laugh now, bitterly. It drove him mad trying to figure out when things had suddenly gone wrong. At what moment were fake emotions became real and true.

“And now… Now, things have become such a mess,” Loki exhales as his dark humor fades away. “Such a mess and I have no idea how to fix it because I love her. I love her with my entire being and she doesn’t even know. She doesn’t know that I would follow her till the end of the universe if it meant I could be by her side always.”

Loki turns away from them, his hands shaking, and he doesn’t know why he's confessed more than he had to.

“I love her,” Loki whispers. “And because I love her, I couldn’t force her to take a bite from the Apple of Idunn. She already detests time for having taken her away from her family, a home, and… love. How could I let her take a bite of that apple when it is the last thing she wishes for herself?”

“It was not your decision to make…”

Loki is surprised by this calm response from Odin prompting him to turn around to finally face him. His father’s wrath was gone, replaced by gentle understanding. As if the patient wisdom that Odin’s always described with finally made itself known in Loki’s presence.

“The gift I offered was for the Lady Y/N,” Odin continues. “She should have been the one to accept or reject it, not you.”

Loki opens his mouth to argue but Odin raises his hand to stop him before he could even utter a word.

“No, no, it’s time for you to listen to me now,” Odin interrupts him. “I’ve known all along the game you were playing, Loki. The timing of it all was too convenient to be true, but the lies and stories you wove to explain it all were convincing. They were convincing because in brief moments of clarity you two were speaking the utmost truth about the way you perceived and felt for each other.”

Odin glances over to Frigga who offers him a small smile.

“When I spoke to Lady Y/N after the incident of your tournament match, a tactic I hoped to unveil the trickery you were pulling, she met me strong and unafraid. She further revealed the loyalty and trust she held for you as she defended you quite strongly.”

“I already know this,” Loki tells him.

“I know you do, but what you don’t know is what she told me afterward.”

Loki waits for Odin to tell him but the Allfather remains silent.

“What? What did she tell you?”

“That, my son, is something you will have to hear from her,” Odin answers with a hidden smile. “I have spoken more than enough on her behalf. I believe it is time you have an audience with her. Tell her how you feel and allow her to do the same.”

Loki doesn’t trust Odin’s genuineness in the situation but a glance to his mother reveals that he should as Frigga nods for him to go.

“We will make excuses for you and Y/N’s absence in the hall,” Frigga tells him. “Go after her!”

Loki doesn’t need to be told twice as he quickly runs out of the throne room in search of you. There were many places you could be hiding in, but Loki doesn’t get the chance to look at any of them as a flashing of lights on the horizon catches his attention.

The Bifrost.

You were already gone.

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lokislittlesigyn · 4 years ago

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OG616 : Thor 1 - Pt.6 [The Mourning]

[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]

Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)

Warnings: Angst, some.. Hopelessness? And mild flirting.

Author’s Note: Very long one here. Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath

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A very distinct, sharp pain washed over Sigyn as she pondered Odin's words. Like a knife plunging into her gut, twisting, pulling - but never leaving. Only hurting worse and worse, the very air in her lungs seizing up.

Loki is dead.

Her throat burned.

Loki is dead.

Tears streamed down her face.

My Loki is dead.

She broke. Her entire body shook with a sob as she collapsed onto the couch she was seated on, weeping. "He can't, he- He's not, he's not.."

"Sister.." Thor wrapped her in a hug, his jaw set firm. Frigga placed a hand on her back.

Odin’s grip tightened around Gungnir. "He's gone."

"No he's not."

"Sigyn-"

"He's NOT!" She screamed, struggling in Thor's grip, who clenched his jaw as he held her. "He's not- He can't be, he.. Loki.." Her body gave way, unable to cope.

Thor helped her stand, letting her sob against him.

"I wish it were true," Odin resumed, forgiving the interruption, "That he could still be with us. But he made his choice."

Sigyn glared at him.

"You made your choice when you lied to him! When you lied to all of us for countless years. We built our life around that lie!" She choked back another sob. "Now our lives are ruined because of it."

Odin didn't respond.

"Sigyn, have care how you speak." Frigga stepped between them, finally composed, though her eyes still glistened. "We need time to grieve, all of us. But perhaps, you most of all." She cupped Sigyn's cheek, wiping a tear away. "Go rest. Arguing will breed nothing but more pain."

Frigga was right. Arguing now would only make things worse - Odin wasn’t exactly known for a cool temper. But her head was still spinning. Loki couldn't be gone. There had to be some other way. Straightening up, Sigyn wrung her hands together. Swallowed. "I-I am sorry, Allfather.. I spoke out of line.."

Odin waved his hand, still looking away.

"Thor," Frigga managed a gentle smile at her son, "Please take Sigyn back to her chambers before you visit the healers."

Thor nodded, and without another word, he and Sigyn left.

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Sigyn stayed in her chambers for days on end. She ignored the time. Refused to eat. Refused to sleep in her bed - no, their bed - it still smelled like him. She spoke to no one. Retreated into the solace of being completely and entirely alone. Once the dust had settled, the wounded healed, and the palace put back in order, a feast was held for those who defended Asgard and helped Thor return home.

Sigyn was required to attend.

I can't exactly refuse... She reasoned, pulling on an emerald green gown. Putting on her favorite necklace, she gazed in the mirror.

She was pale. Paler than usual. Sickly and thin, with dark circles under her eyes. Hardly the shining goddess she would be expected to appear as. She looked down at the necklace. She’d had it for a long time. A rectangular medallion on a thin, metal chain - the medallion bearing two serpents, intertwined with each other, each biting their own tail. A symbol of Loki’s adaptability and cunning.

"If you should like to...” Loki had murmured, obviously nervous has he offered it to her, “I would be honored to see you wear it.”

It had been a perfect gift, marrying her colors with his symbol. She barely took it off, except of course when she was expected to wear coordinating clothes. Then it lived in a small wooden box on the dresser, safe from dust.

This will be my first meal without you. She ran her thumb over the symbol. I love you. I miss you.

Composing herself, she left her room.

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Servants and guests alike stared at Sigyn when she arrived. She was late. She adjusted the necklace, ignored their whispering. Ignored the stares, the side glances...

Maybe I should’ve stayed alone.

"Sigyn.." Sif walked up to her. "I am so sorry for your loss.."

Sigyn merely watched the warrior as she spoke. She felt like something inside her had died along with Loki. Something was lost. She wasn’t sure if it would ever return.

Sif swallowed. "Truly, I am."

With great effort, Sigyn spoke, her voice dry from lack of use. "Thank you, Sif." She forced as much of a smile as she could, then took her seat.

Conversation picked back up. Stories were told. Laughter spread.

Sigyn stayed there. Motionless. Expressionless. Staring at her untouched goblet. This wasn't worth it. Nothing was worth it. Nothing had meaning anymore.

She turned to look at all the guests. They were eating together happily, drinks sloshing over their food as they raised toasts and struggled to contain their laughter at Volstagg’s stories.

Their spouses hadn't been taken from them. They hadn't lost someone.

This is life now, isn't it. Sigyn turned back to her empty plate. This is the lot I was cast.

Her vision grew blurry with tears.

The curse worked. Loki is dead. I'll never be loved agai-

No.

She clenched her jaw.

Don't you dare start thinking like that. Don't you give up now. Keep going. Keep fighting. If not for yourself, for him. Do it for him.

She looked back at all the familiar faces around her.

Be strong. Be strong for him.

A tear ran down her cheek.

Make him proud.

"A toast, to Asgard! For the glory of our realm!" Roared Volstagg, raising his glass.

Be strong for Loki.

Sigyn stood and raised her glass with a smile.

"To Asgard. Our home."

~~~~

Time passed. The grief-stricken goddess still wept for her lost husband, still dreamed about him every night. But as the months went on, she wept less. She slowly began healing from the wound deep within her heart. Accepted that for now, Loki was gone.

For now.

She had thrown herself into old books and tomes, determined to improve, to make her husband proud. In the shadows of familiar bookcases within the palace library, she found writings on the Norns. The sisters Wyrd, Veranthi, and Skuld - three powerful beings controlling the past, present, and future. And there in the crumpled pages, she found a familiar symbol: the web of Wyrd.

Three sets of overlapping lines, the it symbolized the inherent interconnections of all actions - and all realities. How the past influenced the present, the present the future, and the future, perhaps the next life.

Our next life... Once the Asgardian twilight comes, and I embrace a final sleep, I will wake up and see him again.

We won’t be alone.

She would remind herself, with each new day, she was another step closer to seeing him again someway, somehow. Alive or dead, they would be reunited. The thought of it inspired a little spark of hope within her. With each passing day, she spent hours pouring over old spellbooks. Studying ancient runes, practicing spells. Mastering them.

She filled books with ideas, charts, musings.

And most of all, she remembered Loki.

She mapped out his entire life, beginning to end. Considered everything that had happened. Asking Thor, Odin, and Frigga exactly what he'd said to them - and exactly how they'd responded. Recorded what they said in books of her own. It helped her grieve.

But it also served her in other ways.

Rumors spread quickly throughout Asgard. Rumors of the prince who was hungry for power. Who stole the throne, and tried to kill his own brother to keep it. Who abandoned his wife in her time of need. Who betrayed his family and his realm.

The liesmith.

Trickster.

Murderer.

Sigyn considered it her duty to dispel false assumptions about him. And as she traded for a new book at the marketplace, she heard one such assumption. A group of ladies stood nearby, gossiping over their goods.

"There she is - that's her, the princess."

"Oh my,"

"Lokiwife, wasn't it?"

"Yes, that's her," A pretty brunette leaned in closer to the others, "I heard she and Loki had quite the time before he.. Well," she frowned, earning murmurs from her group.

Sigyn glanced their way, eavesdropping on their conversation, tucking the book into her satchel.

A blonde nodded in agreement. "Anyone would have a rough time if their husband abandoned them like he did."

"Abandoned?"

"Oh yes," The blonde shook her head, "It was just awful. The Warriors Three said he was always envious of Thor, always wanted the throne. And when he got the chance to steal the throne, he took it."

"If only Thor had been crowned in time. None of this would have happened.” The youngest piped up. The brunette shrugged an agreement.

“Such a waste - we waited hours for that coronation.”

“We had such a nice view, too.."

"A nice view of Prince Thor, certainly." The brunette nodded, her cheeks turning a slight pink.

The blonde smirked. "I'd even say Loki was glad Allfather Odin fell into the Odinsleep.. After all, that gave him access to the throne."

"Finally got him what he wanted," Mused the brunette.

The blonde huffed, "Though a lot of good it did him. Abandoned his wife and his honor, and what did he gain? He's likely in Helheim now.." The group murmured again in agreement.

Sigyn couldn’t take it anymore. "Excuse me - beg your pardon, ladies," She smiled, walking over to them. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."

The women's eyes went wide. They bowed, paying their respects. Sigyn nodded her own greeting.

The brunette was the first to speak. "Yes, Princess, we were discussing your husband.."

"And his life's motivations. I heard." Sigyn glanced at the blonde, who gulped.

"We meant no offense to you, Princess.."

"Tell me, did any of you know Loki?"

They shook their heads.

Sigyn sighed. "You must understand: he was not evil. The Loki I knew had not a single malicious bone in his body."

"But he was jealous, Princess. Lady Sif said so, I heard her discussing it over a goblet of mead.." The blonde fidgeted.

"And she's right."

The ladies blinked.

Sigyn straightened up. "Sif is correct. Loki was jealous. And do you know why? He spent his life feeling less than Thor. How do you think Loki felt, then, when he found out his life was a lie? That his greatest fear was true because he was different, he was lesser?”

The women were quiet. Sigyn paused, then continued.

“Loki didn't want the throne. He wanted to be like Thor. To be equal, not less. So when Queen Frigga gave him the throne - he took it. She told him to make his father proud, and he tried to do just that. He tried to prove to Odin he loved him, he was his son, and - and yes, he tried to have Thor killed." Sigyn swallowed.

"I won't deny that. He likely did it to prevent Thor returning and squelching his efforts. But consider why he did it. Loki was... Mislead. He made the wrong choices. He tried to prove himself by vanquishing the Frost Giants, Laufey among them. And what did he have to go off of?" She laughed a single, sad laugh, "We're all raised to fear Jotuns! Slay them like the stupid beasts they are! Hunt them down, bludgeon them! What else would you expect him to do?"

By now a small crowd had gathered. Curious passersby all stared at the princess.

They probably think I'm mad, Sigyn mused, But I don't care. This isn't about me. It's about Loki.

"So he tried it. He tried massacring the Jotuns - and was foiled. Again. By Thor. Again! He was trying to prove himself! Desperately grasping at the final threads of hope! And on the Bifrost," Her breath caught in her throat, "On the Bifrost, that night, he begged Odin for approval. And how did Odin respond? He said no to his son, to the boy who only wanted to be as loved by his parents as his brother was." A tear streaked down her cheek.

"And he fell. He gave up. My husband died because his hope ran out. He could bear the pain no longer." Sigyn stepped toward the blonde, "So the next time you talk about Loki, I ask you to remember that. I hope you remember how my husband, the most wonderful, beautiful man I knew, lost hope that night. And now he's gone."

Without another word, Sigyn turned. Pushed past the crowd, ignoring their stares and whispers.

"Come, Villeildr," She mounted her horse, squeezing his sides with her legs, "It's time we take our leave."

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Later that night, Sigyn was in the library when a familiar voice called her.

"I thought you'd be here." Fandral stepped in, smirking, his cape sweeping behind him.

"Here I am." Sigyn's focus remained on the book.

"I heard you had a run-in with some acquaintances of mine today."

Sigyn stopped reading.

Fandral continued. "Gave them quite the talking to. Did you rehearse it, or did it simply come to you?"

She shut the book, peering up at him. "They were lying about Loki."

"You seem to forget he lied too.."

"Of course he did. We all do; that doesn't make it right. They were lying about him, Fandral, disrespecting the dead - spreading false rumors about how he 'always wanted the throne.'"

"Well, he was always jealous of Thor.."

She huffed, "I know."

They sat a moment in silence. Fandral moved closer. "I was hoping you would join me for a drink tonight. You’ve barely left the palace in.. Well, far too long."

"I don't drink."

He looked hurt. "You used to."

"There are many things I used to do." She returned to her book, hoping he’d get the hint.

"And I could help you with more than one, if you so wished..."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Remember that bit about respecting the dead?"

"Yes?"

"You're doing a horrid job."

He chuckled.

"Now, even I can't be the best at everything, dearest Sigyn."

"Oh, I believe it." She smirked.

His brow furrowed. "You were meant to be the goddess of compassion, you know."

"Compassion is like sympathy; I can sympathize with you and still point out the fact you're inappropriate."

"You sympathize with me?" He smirked.

"Fandral, do not twist my words.."

"Even if it makes you smile?" He tilted his head slightly. She couldn't resist a small huff of a laugh.

With a slight sigh, he took her hand and kissed it. "Ah, I may never be anything more than your friend, Sigyn," He lowered her hand, smiling at her. "But even if that's the case, I am honored to be your friend."

She smirked, nodding at him once. "Thank you. You're a good friend, Fandral.. Even if you are rude."

With another chuckle, he sprung to his feet. "Until we meet again, fair Sigyn," He bowed, "I take my leave." Turning on his heel, he headed for the door.

"Fandral?"

He stopped.

"Don't get too drunk. Lady Sif is tired of cleaning up after you."

He shot her a grin, then disappeared around the corner.

He's going to get absolutely ruined. Sigyn thought to herself, shaking her head.

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justjessame · 4 years ago

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Glorious, Before the Burden - The Light ~ 9

Loki listened to me talk about my home as though I were telling him one of the most incredible and interesting tales he’d ever heard. His attention never wavered, and he only spoke when I faltered - running thin on details or fading out and fearing that I was boring him - then he’d ask me a leading question, wanting to know MORE, always more.

“Why are you so curious about the tiny corner that I spent such a short time of my life in?” I’d earned a break - to refresh my dry throat and to study the prince that seemed so fascinated by me.

He leaned forward to refill the goblet I had once again emptied. “Because you long for it,” his voice, I was learning, was both lyrical and concise. “Though you spent such a short time there, it holds a precious place inside of you, Sigyn.” Our eyes met and his smile was soft - a new expression on a face that I was becoming more familiar with by the second. “So I wish to know more about it.”

I wasn’t sure how to - How would anyone respond to that? “I see,” was all I could manage.

“Do you?” It didn’t sound as challenging or laden with a dare as his other questions had.

“Our trip,” a change of topic, I thought, bursting the tense bubble that would grow around us at unforeseen moments, was the best option. “When should I be prepared to leave?”

“Soon,” he replied, not actually helpful, and he knew it when my eyes dropped to the table. “I want to be sure that you’re ready. Prepared for -”

“What precisely are you so fearful of?” Looking up, I met his gaze full on. “It’s not as if we’re relocating, my prince. We’ll be in Midgard for -” Actually, I had no idea how long we’d be gone for, Frigga hadn’t mentioned the length of our trip.

His smile was the amused one I knew all too well. The one that clearly said ‘you’re nowhere near as clever as me, and we BOTH know it.’ “Yes?” This question was definitely a challenge and a dare. How long were we to be gone, Sigyn? - was the undercurrent.

“Are we to pack everything and live among the Midgardians, Loki?” I tossed back at him. “If so, I do think we’ll be in preparations for a rather long time. After all, I haven’t a clue how to do -” I glanced around and shrugged. “Anything.”

Loki’s eyes were twinkling and his lips were twitching. “You really do think you’re quite clever, don’t you?”

“I KNOW I’m quite clever, actually.” Leaning back, relaxed, I smirked at him. “You believe you are because you have access to information that I don’t, that’s not clever, that’s just rude.”

One perfect eyebrow arched, as he considered my words. “Oh really?” A curt nod was all I’d give him. “Your sharp tongue might just get you in a great deal of trouble one day, Lady Sigyn.”

“Will it?” I asked, sitting up and staring him dead in the eye. “With the Midgardians?”

“Try closer to home.” He leaned forward, his eyes flashing.

Head tilting, I hummed as I contemplated who he could POSSIBLY mean. “Do you think your mother would want to punish me, my prince?”

“I think you’d do well to worry more about who is right in front of you, Sigyn.” I swallowed, not out of fear - the twist in my stomach didn’t feel like fright at all. “Think carefully before you continue to press your luck.”

Biting my lip, I watched his eyes flick down to catch the movement. “Luck?” Blue eyes met mine again. “Am I lucky, Loki?”

“Very,” he murmured. “It’s growing late -” that bubble, it could build and build until somehow even dusk wouldn’t register. “Allow me to walk you back to your rooms.”

By “allow me”, Loki wasn’t asking permission, he was giving me fair warning that he meant to accompany me and would be my very tall and substantial shadow - my new powers of self defense be damned. While we walked, he continued to draw out the conversation, without the underlying challenge and tension.

“Your hair is too heavy piled up,” he’d noticed, no doubt when I nearly collapsed after he forced me through the exercises to learn how to defend myself. “Perhaps if you weave the braids you normally wear together,” he was puzzling out a better option, and before I could give my own ideas - I felt my hair tumble loose. “There’s so much of it -” we were still walking, but I glanced over and saw his hand rise, his fingers reaching out and then they were sliding through the strands. “It feels like silk, how can it be so heavy?”

“You could ask first,” I wasn’t angry, more amused by his curiosity. His eyes met mine and his smirk mirrored my own. “Silk can weigh a great deal if it comes in a bundle, my prince.” His long fingers were still sliding through my hair. “Have you come to any conclusions as to how I should wear my hair while in Midgard?”

He didn’t speak, but as we continued on, he seemed as though his mouth had gone dry - because I did see him lick his lips a time or two, even after he pulled his fingers free of my hair.

By the time we reached my rooms, we had also discussed how - once we arrived in Midgard - we could easily use illusion to change our attire to suit where we chose to tour. Since Frigga wanted the trip to be a gift for me - Loki told me that I was to tell him if I did not find any part we came across appealing and we’d leave.

“Mother wants you to enjoy yourself, Lady Sigyn.” We had finally reached my rooms and a part of me wished we hadn’t. “Since I’ve been there before, don’t be shy, tell me how you find things and I’ll adjust our tour accordingly.”

“Frigga is too kind to me,” I shook my head. “And thank you as well, Loki.” He looked surprised by my gratitude. “You’ve been tasked with taking me to another realm - and we’re practically strangers - after you took it upon yourself to keep me safe while I’ve been wandering all these years.”

“Ah, that,” he seemed to shake off my gratitude like it was nothing. “I - No need to -” He gestured to my door. “I’m sure you’d like to take one of your baths and prepare for your evening.” He started to turn away, but I stopped him by touching his arm.

“Goodnight, my prince.” Loki’s eyes, so blue they almost glowed, met mine, and the soft flare of his nostrils made swallowing hard a necessity.

Jaw clenched so tight I thought for a moment I’d upset him, he murmured his own parting to me, “Sweet dreams, my lady.”

#loki x sigyn #loki series #loki #sigyn #alternate universe #eventual smut #slow burn #bear with me

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imagine-loki · 4 years ago

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Soulbonds and Fairy Dust

TITLE: Soulbonds and Fairy Dust (rewrite) CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 27/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine one of the fae has been helping the Avengers, jumping in to help them on missions and vanishing before Shield can bring her in. Loki joins the team and convinces her to come talk to the team and consider joining before Shield takes more drastic measures. RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS: This is a rewrite of the original work of the same name. Also on AO3 here

Loki pulled his horse to a stop and Sigyn was forced to follow suit. The two of them were at the back of the group, so it took Thor and his idiot friends a few paces to realize they’d stopped. They slowed their horses, to wait for Sig and Loki to catch up. Somehow the morons seemed to realize that they were in the middle of an important conversation and didn’t come interrupt or eavesdrop. Which was frankly amazing.

Loki had a serious look on his face when he turned to Sig. “Explain,” he ordered her firmly, his voice nearly icy. He softened a little when he added “Please.” He did try to remember that he was talking with his soulmate.

Sig didn’t quickly know what explanation he was asking for, but she started talking anyway. She didn’t want to upset him, and he really did deserve the truth. “I told you the Gray Lords are the most powerful of the fae. I have the magical power and physical fighting ability to qualify. I was ‘awarded’ the title when I came of age…” she was leaving a lot out, but that was the bare bones of it. Loki reevaluated the scars she hadn’t been coherent enough to hide back behind her illusions after closing the doorway. She wondered what he was looking at and blushed when she saw her arms and realized her scars were visible. She quickly threw her illusions back into place. She looked exactly the same, but minus the old battle scars from her fighting for her life for her entire life.

Loki didn’t comment, though she knew he’d question her about the scars later. Instead he asked: “So you technically have a noble standing among the fae?” he was trying to get his head around what a Gray Lord was.

She nodded her agreement. “I do. I was the first new Gray Lord in at least 500 years,” she added as if that mattered.

Loki looked impressed anyway, though he didn’t really understand. He considered more implications of Sig being among the Gray Lords. “Will they try and bring you back to Underhill?” he asked. That was the biggest concern at the moment.

Sig considered, then nodded again. “It looks really bad on the court that one of the Gray Lords abandoned Underhill in preference of the mortal realms…” she explained. It really did look bad on them that she’d left. They’d been searching for her since she had, which is why she’d had to hide on Midgard. The court also wanted her powers and skills for themselves. They weren’t going to let her stay free easily.

“When, in reality, they know you aren’t truly fae? That you were born an Asgardian goddess?”

“I don’t think they realized that I’m an Asgardian goddess. They don’t know much about Asgard. And probably assumed only the royal family receives godhead,” she explained with a shrug. She hadn’t known until Odin had announced hers that she was a goddess. She owed Loki another explanation, though. “Also the Gray Lords are higher ranked than simple nobility,” she told him. “We’re the princes and princesses of the fae, at least in terms as you would understand them,”

Loki nodded, accepting her explanation. “Is there anything else I should know?”

“Probably a lot of things, but none urgent,” she replied with a smirk. Of course there were tons more things he probably needed to know. She just couldn’t think what they were at the moment.

“Will you tell me when we get back to the palace?” he asked, misunderstanding what she meant.

“I just meant that I’m sure there are things I’m not thinking of that you ought to know or would want to know. I’ll tell you if or when they become important or come to me,” she told him warmly.

“Alright. I can agree to that,”

“Did she just say she’s a fairy princess?” Fandral demanded loudly. Apparently they’d wandered back close enough to eavesdrop. Sig blushed and got shy again, curling in on herself.

Loki glared at Fandral. “Would you shut up, you imbecile?” he snarled, jumping to defend his soulbond.

“But she’s a fairy princess!!” Fandral protested loudly as if it really mattered what her rank was. Or that she was half fae.

“She is of nobility in two different realms. What of it?” he asked Fandral as if Fandral was stupid. He was correct of course. Thor’s moronic friends were morons. Fandral most especially.

Sig groaned since she saw the childlike glee on Fandral’s face. He was annoying and obsessed with the fact that he thought this was some kind of fairy tale. “The courts of the fae are nothing like the fairy stories we were told as children, you moron,” she glared at him. She had to get this point across to him now before he did something stupid. “Do you really think I would have gone through so much to escape if they were? Now kindly shut up about it before I let Loki stab you,” she growled. She was uncomfortable drawing so much attention or being so firm, but he had to know. It was important.

Loki smirked, looking proud of Sig. “You should listen to her, Fandral. I’m about ready to stab you anyway,” he added the last nonchalantly. He was just so casual about the prospect of stabbing his brother’s moronic friend. Sig didn’t blame him. At all.

Fandral wisely shut up.

The group rode for awhile longer and reached the area of the fourth gate midmorning. Sig put her book away as she got near, since she could sense potential danger from the fae better than any of the others. She noted that Loki was sticking close to her. He was worried after the previous day and how drained she’d been after the last gate.

“There’s nothing waiting for us,” she told the party as they approached. She was still nervous. She didn’t trust the apparent safety of this gate. After the last two were so well protected, it seemed strange that this one was unguarded. Just because Tilly was allowing her to close the gates, it didn’t mean she was going to be making it easy on Sig. That wasn’t how Tilly did things. It also didn’t mean the fae were going to let her, or would make it easy on her if they did.

Loki noticed her nerves and gave her a reassuring smile. “We will remain on guard, don’t worry, Sig,”

“I don’t like this, not after the last two doorways being so well guarded,” she confessed as she dismounted. They were close enough to the doorway that she needed to walk the rest of the way. The group dismounted to walk with her.

Loki stuck close to her side. “I’ll be right beside you the whole time,” he promised. Sig could tell that he understood her worry. He would do anything and everything to keep her safe while she dealt with the doorways.

The whole group stood around her and the doorway, weapons drawn and alert for danger as she sliced her palm open, summoning the power she needed to close the doorway. She spread her blood across both of her palms and gripped the edges of the doorway and tried to pull it closed. It wouldn’t budge no matter how much she tugged on it. She cursed loudly and in multiple languages as she let the power fade. It wouldn’t close and wasting power wouldn’t fix anything.

She turned to the group. “I have to go through. There’s something on the other side holding the door open,” she told them while they were all staring in awe at her ability to curse like a sailor. That wasn’t something typical of Asgardian ladies.

Loki looked nervous. He did not want her going into Underhill when the fae were desperate to get her back to rule in the seelie court. “Can anyone go with you?” he asked her gently. He wouldn’t let she face the danger along, not if there was anything he could do about it.

Sig considered that and finally nodded. “I can take two through with me safely,” she told Loki. She also knew that he needed to determine who was coming with her. “Whoever trusts me the most, or whoever you want to come with us, Trickster,” she told Loki. He would feel better being able to choose who came with the pair of them. Of course, he was going to be one of the two she brought through with her. Thor would be the other one he trusted.

They were also much too close to Underhill and the creatures living on the other side to use his name or any variation of it. Or any of their names.

Loki nodded and didn’t even consider before he turned to Thor. “Brother, would you be willing to come with us?” he trusted Thor with his life, and more importantly, with Sig’s and her safety. He had fought side by side with Thor for centuries and while they didn’t always get along, the two fought well together.

Thor nodded immediately. “Of course,” he replied automatically. He seemed offended that Loki had even thought he had to ask. Thor looked to his friends. “Guard the gate on this end,” he told them firmly as he gripped Mjolnir more securely in his hand.

Sig looked them both over. She hesitated a moment for what she needed to do next to protect the three of them, but she steeled herself to get it done. “I don’t know what’s waiting for us on the other side. I can give us some additional safeguards, if you trust me,” she told them both. She turned her attention to Loki “and if you don’t mind if I borrow a little power,” she could use Asgardian magic for what she needed to and she knew Loki would rather she use his magic than drain herself more trying to use her own.

Loki offered her his hand without any hesitation. “Take what you need,” he seemed relieved to be able to help her in any way, shape, or form.

She took his hand and after a small nod of thanks, used his power to cast illusions on the boys. It took a surprisingly little amount of power, mostly due to her own skill and experience. She lengthened their hair braided down past their shoulders, pointed their ears, changed their eye colors to tri-colored. She let the feel of fae magic surround them, disguising them as fae. “That should help at least until we know what we’re dealing with,” she told them. She couldn’t help appreciate how handsome they looked, disguised as fae. She was so used to being surrounded by handsome fae men and this felt familiar to her. “Remember, don’t use any of our names while we’re there. Not even nicknames. It’s too dangerous when they’re looking for me,” she reminded them firmly. When they nodded their agreement, she took Thor’s hand too. She had to have physical contact with them to escort them safely through the doorway. “Ready?” she asked them. They both nodded and let her take the lead.

Sig kept a firm grip on both of their hands to lead them through the doorway. She couldn’t let them go until they were all safely through. Time and locations could get a little wibbly-wobbly when non-fae traveled through the doorways. It was best to have a fae escort.

Sig hoped whatever was waiting for them on the other side wasn’t too awful for the three of she to handle and was beyond grateful that she didn’t have to face this challenge alone.

She never had to be alone anymore.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #Soulbonds and Fairy Dust #chapter 27 #rewrite #nekoamamori

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mythologyfolklore · 5 years ago

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Trusting the enemy - Pt. 04

Sigyn – Devotion

(A/N: Set right before Ragnarök.)

In the beginning she hated him.

It was easy.

She knew at first sight, that he was a foxy jerk, with that stupid effeminate and freckled face, the stupid bright green eyes, the stupid gaudy red hair and especially that stupid, insufferable smirk, that made her want to bash his face in.

She still can't believe, that her father made her marry this man!

And to add insult to injury, he called her tiny! She isn't tiny! Just … vertically challenged.

She hated him and he hated her. Simple as that.

But when she found out, that he already had a family and children … maybe she hated him just a little less. Of course he would wish to be with them, rather than with an arranged wife, with whom he fought every day.

Sigyn knows, that she can be a colossal bitch, but she is understanding and she loves children.

In retrospect she knows, that this is what won him over.

When she met Loki's not-so-little ones, she adored them, still does, like they're her own.

Sigyn finds it really sad, that so much shit needed to happen for her and her husband to grow together.

When the triplets were taken away, it broke the trickster's heart and she remembers, how he cried every night … and how she hated it.

She still doesn't know what exactly happened, but something clicked in her head.

Something, that prompted her to go and travel all nine worlds, just to find them and ask them for a token. And that she got: a curl from a queen, a fang from the wolf of wolves, a scale from the world-encompassing serpent.

Loki has never said thank you, nor has he ever told her, that he loves her.

But she knows, knew from the very moment he first kissed her.

And when they finally had children together, she finally realised, that they were meant to be – and that she would follow him to the end of all worlds and back.

Sigyn is nothing, if not loyal.

All nine worlds know this.

Even when she hated Loki, she took her wedding vow seriously.

She has sworn to be his faithful companion in joy and grief, for better or worse, to share happiness and grief, to easy his suffering and to be true, no matter what.

Loki is a pathological liar and the biggest slut she has ever met and now he is also a murderer and a traitor. Of course she would never condone, what he has done. She would never attempt to excuse or even defend his actions.

But she will also never desert him. He is all she has left now, really.

This wily shapeshifter, who slowly but surely has won her love and devotion.

She will be by his side until the end, even if it means wasting her life away.

Breaking her word is not an option.

Defeat is not an option.

She, Sigyn, Bringer of Victory, daughter of the Father of the Slain, goddess of fidelity and constancy will be her husband's protector as long as she lives.

For she is Loki's wife and she holds a basin over his head, because this blasted snake up there is not allowed to cause him unbearable agony, not on her watch!

He may be a foxy jerk, but he is her foxy jerk.

Loki has never told his wife, that he loves her.

He doesn't know why.

But love her he does, has loved her from the very moment she accepted his children with Angrboða as her own. Seriously, it was comical; she was cuddling the Niflheim out of the triplets and fawning over how cute they were – and he blushed. And that after centuries of loathing each other and leading a marriage neither of them had wanted.

And when she gifted him what to this day is his most priced possession, he fell for her completely.

Loki doesn't know, what he has done to earn Sigyn's unwavering loyalty, but he has it.

He never says I love you, but he has a way with gestures and words.

When he calls her a diamond and she asks why, he laughs and tells her, that she is just like one – precious, beautiful and the toughest natural substance there is. And she chortles and tells him to quit being sappy.

It sucks, that it has taken him centuries to realise it, but she is the best thing that ever happened to him. If he wasn't currently chained to three rocks with the entrails of their son, he would even say that he's very, very lucky.

Wait, scratch that.

He actually is very, very lucky.

Because even after all he has done, she is still by his side, easing his suffering significantly and keeping him from losing his mind completely. Even now, that he is a murderer and traitor, even as he's chained to three rocks with the entrails of their own child.

She has been offered to stay in Asgard and live a halfway ordinary life as a de-facto divorcee … and refused. She chose to stay with him, even though they both knew that it would mean wasting her life away, even though she has every reason to hate him.

He doesn't deserve her, he knows.

And she knows it too.

She knows him.

Always has.

Sigyn is not a Pollyanna, not someone to see things through rose-tinted glasses.

She is realistic and intelligent, impossible to fool or deceive and she has seen him for what he is right from the start. His sparkling wit, his silver tongue and charm never worked on her. No wonder she hated him at first – and to be fair, he made it pretty easy for her too; Loki remembers how he never was home (because she was too shrewish to handle), how he had more lovers than he has freckles on his face … and how he always lied.

Sigyn's attitude hasn't changed much since, just because she's fallen in love with him.

But love him she does and he hasn't the faintest idea why. It makes literally no sense.

But he is grateful for it, even though he never says so.

This petite, starry-haired goddess, small but strong, volatile but kind, quick to chide him but never untrue, never breaking her word in all the millennia they have been married.

Dear, poor Sigyn, so full of sorrow, who unlike him has no more tears to shed.

His long-suffering wife, who has watched her own children die most cruelly by the hands of the Æsir and gets reminded of it every time she looks at the chains binding her husband.

Loki is rarely moved by someone else's suffering, but his family is the exception.

Often he has asked her, why she is still here.

Her answer is always the same: “Because I love you, because you need me and because we only have each other left.”

She really is all he has left.

And he trusts her.

His trust in her is as unwavering as her loyalty to him.

So what if she still calls him a foxy jerk.

He is hers.

“Hey Sigyn.”

“Hm?”

“Wanna hear something funny?”

She rolls her eyes, but humours him. “I'm all ears.”

“I don't think I'll be able to shake my chains off, when Ragnarök comes.”

“How is that funny?”

“I hope my little ones come to pay me a visit, when Fenrir gets out of Gleipnir.”

“I still don't see, how-”

“Remember how they called you 'Sigyn of the Starry Hair'?”

She smiles fondly; of course she remembers. And how Jörmungandr liked to snake around her body and rest his serpentine head in her curly black and star-spangled hair, hissing about how soft it was.

“And you, Loki? Remember how they took human shapes that one time, for your birthday? And Fenrir another time, for Týr?”

He giggles: “They were so adorable!”

That they were, she agrees.

The goddess of loyalty wonders what the Midgard Serpent looks like now, if he takes human shape. He probably has a scar on his head, where her half-brother Þórr hit him with his hammer. And the Fenriswolf surely looks ferocious.

“And they loved you”, Loki whispers, “I'm sure they still do.”

The feeling is absolutely mutual; Sigyn doesn't care how enormous they are now.

“You're beautiful.”

Where the Niflheim did that come from???

“Shut it”, she mutters and blushes. Loki chuckles, but complies.

Sigyn isn't beautiful, at least not as beautiful as she once was.

Her black and starry hair has lost its lustre and is completely dishevelled, she has grown very pale and thin and she is ageing. And the rejuvenating apples they still have won't fix this, because those grey strands and lines on her face are the result of her sorrow. Probably she has dark rims under her eyes too.

She must look hideous.

Loki knows her train of thought. “You're still a diamond to me”, he consoles her. “You're just one in the rough now.”

She snorts, but gives him a fond look.

He grins, but it fades quickly and his head sinks back onto the rock.

He's so tired.

Just a century earlier, he got to take a nap, because of Óðinn's short visit, but that was a few hours of rest. Apart from that …

“It feels like I haven't slept in millennia”, he groans.

“I don't think you have”, Sigyn replies. “In fact I'm quite sure, that you haven't slept at all, since you … were imprisoned here. Apart from that one nap a hundred years ago.”

Loki looks up to her again. “You're tired too, my Sigyn. You can't convince me, that you have got any more sleep than I have.”

“You're right, I haven't”, she confirms.

And she isn't just exhausted.

She is dying, both of them know this.

Century after century of being in this dark cave, holding this big basin and scarcely eating, drinking, sleeping or even getting fresh air, her incredible strength is waning and her life energy is slipping away. At this point she is so weak, that it's inevitable.

The thought makes Loki's heart shatter. The only thing he can do is hope that he will be free, before this happens. Not just because he doesn't want the venom to drop on his face non-stop. If she has to pass on before him, at least she should die in his arms.

Sigyn knows, how her husband feels about the prospect of her dying before him.

But she has sworn to last as long as he needs her and Sigyn will be damned, if she ever fails to keep her word!

At this point, it's probably pure obstinacy, which keeps her alive, because like Niflheim will she be defeated by something as minor as death!

“Hey, Sigyn?”

“Hm?”

“You're doing that thing again.”

“What thing?” She knows, what he means, but it's funny hearing him say it.

Loki grins: “That thing, where you think about how death can kiss your arse as long as I need you. I can tell by the way your jar clenches and the way you frown and glare.”

She giggles: “You know me so well.”

“And you know me, my better half”, he purrs.

Damn right I'm your better half, she thinks drily.

But he made her laugh and she is so grateful for that. Loki is so good at making her laugh, even now. It's one of the things she loves about him.

They sink back into silence for a while.

Then something unexpected happens and Sigyn is so surprised, that she nearly drops the basin. She manages not to, but decides to tell her husband of what just occurred.

“Loki?”

“Hm?”

“Guess what just happened.”

His head is directly below the basin, so he doesn't see what's above it.

“What is it, my wife?”

“The snake just bit the dust.”

The trickster's eyes widen. “No fucking way!”

“Yes fucking way. Give me a moment to empty the basin and then I'll see, if I can find something to open those fucking chains.”

“Try the teeth of the snake”, Loki advises.

“Will do”, Sigyn says and goes to empty the bowl.

When she comes back, she has a sharp rock and a few herbs.

“Alright, let's see, if this works”, she mutters and cuts the dead snake into pieces. Then she uses the leftover teeth and finds that, yes, they do cut through the chains.

The now free trickster tumbles from the rocks to the ground.

“Holy shit, am I free at last?”, he groans.

“Yep”, Sigyn nods. “It's finally fucking over.”

Loki would stand up and laugh triumphantly, but he is just so tired and everything hurts. However, they both really want to get out of this damn cave and so she helps him outside, carrying the bowl full of snake meat and herbs.

They both blink at the bright light, but manage to drag themselves to a nearby river, before slumping against a tree, both groaning from exhaustion.

The trickster leans against his wife's shoulder. “Darling?”

“Yes?”

“I'm in no condition to start Ragnarök”, he admits.

She laughs: “Obviously. Come on. I'll cook us a nice snake soup and then you'll take a nap.”

He smiles. “Sounds good, my diamond.”

They have themselves the soup and then she lets him rest his head in her lap.

“Sleep”, she coos. “I'll be there, when you wake.”

He sighs and closes his eyes, knowing that she will indeed still be here, when he wakes up.

No one is truer than Sigyn.

“It takes courage and strength to make a man depend on you, but it almost always pays off.”

#norse mythology #loki #sigyn #oof #last chapter #i can't believe i actually finished a multi-chapter fanfic!

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intotheshadowblog · 6 years ago

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Chapter VIII “Sigyn”

Írimë’s stern look made Loki smile proud, it seemed that annoying her had been fun for him.

-I did not want to bother you …

He told her although the girl had persified the opposite.

-My brother Thor is good at spreading rumors so I’ve heard a lot about you …

Írimë looked at him seriously, but after listening to him mention Thor, she thought there was no point in hiding the truth, especially because he would find a way to get back into her head and one day he discovered that she was there against her will.

-My Lord Manwe has thought that to send me in this mission of peace was a good idea and I am not who to disobey him but I am not your friend …

His look was funny, even when the conversation was far from it.

-And tell me Írimë, are you always so obedient?

Loki’s words adopted a sarcastic tone and although Írime was unable to understand his mischief she knew he was mocking.

-If it were, you would not have called me as you called me, but maybe I have disobeyed the commands of my people too long …

And she said this ducking her head as if admitting that really would have made her feel ashamed.

And although this did not happen very often, Loki was deeply moved.

-If you are better than my brother to keep secrets, he will never know that I have always admired you …

His words caused her to raise her head immediately.

-I’ve always thought you’re very brave …

He said showing a kinder smile and she asked almost in a whisper.

-To protect the Jötnar or to confront your brother?

“Both, although I admit that at first I thought that doing one thing or the other was really stupid, over time and seeing that every attack on Jotunheim was a failure, I began to wonder who would be the hero who was capable of humiliating a army of Asgardians led by the great Thor … it started to be very funny and I figured we could get along someday …

Írimë observed him confused, there was something about him that was attractive and enigmatic at the same time. He had that careless way of saying things, as if it were not important if they caused a bad effect and he responded in the same way, he did not flinch at the slightest comment.

-I never thought that hurting your people was fun, I only defended mine, that’s all …

-Yours…

He remarked and she nodded her head

Loki watched her carefully this time, it was possible that he was trying to get into her head, this was what Írimë felt at the insistence of his penetrating gaze, after a few seconds he sighed as if resigned

-They really are not monsters for you …

He said as if he had confirmed something that was obvious but that maybe he refused to believe

-I see monsters in Asgard …

She told him, adopting that careless way of saying things. Loki nodded approvingly.

-My lord is very wise and speaks with the words of the Creator, that is why I have agreed to come to your world, I want to believe fervently that there is a possibility of a truce, that there is a place in Odin’s heart for peace …

And she took a breath before continuing

-But if we do not succeed and the hopes vanish, if there is a war between both worlds …

And she raised her head even more giving her face an expression of majesty

-Then I will not be on Asgard’s side …

Loki nodded again and bowed his head while he was silent, Írimë had to make an effort not to apologize, Loki’s silence caused her a great sadness.

When he returned his gaze to Írimë’s gaze there was a different flash in it, something of that immovable appearance had disappeared, his eyes showed a brighter light.

-They’re lucky…

Told him.

Írimë did not respond immediately, she observed it again with that strange curiosity. She returned to focus on that new light that emanated from his eyes, made his look charming and maybe a little vulnerable, without it, without that radiant light, anyone could have said that it housed a flash of evil, but Írimë had learned to see beyond . -I wish we could live in peace …

She said almost like thinking out loud.

- Do you think the Jotnar have the same desire?

She looked at him in silence and then shrugged.

-No…

She finally said and he nodded because he knew she would say that.

-Then this mission was doomed from the start.

Írimë shook her head with a gesture. Failure was something she could not deal with, not again and that is why she had learned to live with overwhelming hope that forced her to live even after feeling lifeless.

-The hope is the weapon of the brave, without it they would never dare to fight, because the bravest are the ones who have more fear but face it, do you know how they do it?

She said with tears in her eyes.

-With hope, they cling to it because it is more powerful than hundreds of spears and without that it would not make sense to fight …

She had said that in a heartbreaking tone and Loki had heard it without jokes, without sarcasm because he could see in her words an ancient pain that he could not understand but that he knew was there.

-That is why they triumph … with hope in their hearts they are the owners of the victory …

Loki reclined on the edge of the stone balcony, put one of his arms on it and stared at it, she was truly brave, he thought.

But the atrium was filled with guests. The welcome ceremony was equal to both worlds. There was music, food, drink, everything was fun. Írime was sitting next to her lady Elbereth, observing those who cheerfully cheered. Everything was fun but Írime did not have fun. She had forgotten how to do it a long time ago. Every time something caused her happiness, she thought of her little Jotun abandoned and all joy vanished. She wondered where he was, if he was, because she could feel him inside her soul and knew that he was not happy, wherever he was suffering and that’s why she could not be content to feel happiness, even when she wanted that with all her soul. -Don’t let your grief destroy your heart Írime.

Her lady told her in a warm whisper that tore her from her dark thoughts.

-You must keep it whole …

Írimë tried to smile.

-My lady … can I ask you a question?

Elbereth moved her head affirmatively

- Do you really think there is hope that this mission will succeed?

Elbereth looked at her for a few seconds and then said.

- Do you keep hoping to find your protege again?

Írim felt that her heart was shrinking, hearing about it aloud shocked her

-I never lost it.

Told her.

-Because the Írime hope does not live in our thoughts, but in our hearts �� do you understand?

The Istari nodded, talking to her radiant lady of the West always gave life back to her soul.

Írimë’s eyes could not stop observing the prince, even when he turned to look at her, because he did it, it was hard for her to look the other way. It was a new feeling and she was not sure she could handle it.

Elbereth smiled when she noticed it and although Írim did not notice this, the lady of the West sighed immensely happy.

Neither of them saw Thor, Odin’s son, approaching until he was standing in front of them.

-Ladies…

He said bowing in a gentle bow

-I wanted to give you the welcome personally, it’s a pleasure to have you in Asgard.

And then he looked at Írim¨ who observed him seriously.

-If we are going to talk about truces we should give the example

He said looking at the Istari, she nodded, that cool cold returned to invade her, definitely bring to her memory the Jotnar was giving her that. She tried not to think about it and showed him respect by responding to the reverence but was unable to utter a word because Loki’s voice prevented her from doing so. -If you allow me brother …

} He said putting aside Thor

-I’ll take the Protector of the Jotnar, I think if I invite her to take a walk and stop you from talking, maybe she do not want to take off your feet off the floor ..

Írime smiled and Thor frowned when he heard it, maybe the joke was not very funny for the great Thor.

Loki extended his hand to Irime and she took it. The moment their hands touched, they both felt something extraordinary. It was like an unexpected outburst, neither of them had been prepared to feel it. But besides that, Írimë realized that his skin was amazingly cold. He tightened his grip on her hand preventing her from releasing her because he had foreseen that the cold would surprise her. He held his hand firmly and a few seconds and then Írime noticed that it was as warm as her own hand.

Outside the great hall they stopped and both looked at each other with curious insistence.

-Where we go?

Írime asked and knew that she liked that Loki still held her hand

-You should thank me for saving you …

He said with his eyes on her and the young woman took a while to respond but soon reopened the lucidity

-To begin with I’m not sure that rescuing me was necessary … and I was not going to do what you said …

Loki laughed quietly.

-What a pity, it would have been fun …

Írime shook her head with a gesture of disapproval

-For you the worst things are fun …

He just smiled. She felt comfortable with her hand in his, the memory of that cold touch returned to her mind, it had not seemed natural to be an Asgardian but she did not mention the subject.

Loki’s eyes across her face in a charming way, with that mischievous smile that drove her crazy and then they fixed on her eyes and crossed them like an incandescent sword.

-I thought you would like to go out a bit, I do not feel comfortable among many people and I did not think you were having fun.

Írime did not respond

-Do you like to read?

The young Istari nodded in sorrow

-Now I know the perfect place

- Is it okay to get away from the party?

She asked

-Well, let’s just say that the one who needed to be rescued was me …

Írime could not help smiling at hearing him and agreed to his invitation by letting himself drive through the palace gardens. Írimë loved books, she adored libraries because they were the heart of wisdom. She had spent her childhood in those beautiful places and even her soul was thrilled to do so.

The libraries in Alfheim were majestic, the walls were lined with thousands of shelves that seemed infinite. The library of the palace of Asgard was no less majestic.

Both stopped at the same time when crossing the threshold of the enormous enclosure, both felt the need to revere in the silence to such a wonderful place.

It was at that moment when Loki noticed that he was still holding the Istari’s hand, so he released her gently smiling and made him in a gesture that was a real caress, she shuddered again but tried not to show it.

She tried to distract her mind with the image that was rising in front of her eyes and she breathed deep

-I will always love this smell.

She said taking a deep breath.

-It’s the perfume of intelligence …

Loki told her in a whisper and she looked at him smiling.

- I never thought that the Asgardians… …

She said but stopped quickly because she did not want to offend him but he was ahead of her apologies

- That the Asgardians could love culture?

She was about to say something but Loki came back forward

-The majority thinks that it is better to spend time in the arena exercising for battle but there are a few who … prefer to exercise other parts of the body …

Írime returned to smile.

-It’s a beautiful place

She said softly as she came forward and walked watching the enormous walls boarded up with books. Some were only suspended in the air, these especially called her attention.

Those are the magic ones …

Loki said he was following her closely. Írime observed the group of books that were spinning in a kind of circle suspended above her head, it was wonderful.

The young girl left fascinated and toured the huge room, Loki stood there just to observe her. -She is very beautiful … - he thought. There was a special magic in her that fascinated him, it was delicate and although her appearance was that of someone living in grief, there was an almost childlike vitality in her, at that moment he could see that, there was a girl inside her soul, a little gir that wanted to be happy.

Irime had moved away, distracted by the thousands of shelves, laughing with each step and caressing the backs of books gently and Loki had decided to approach and walk with her. Suddenly that strange cold invaded her again and every vestige of happiness disappeared. Loki noticed and hurried to run to the other side of the library, did not want to overshadow the scene that had pleased him so much.

-Oh! here you will find books about the Nine Realms … to see …

He said sharpening his eyes to the shelves that were more down on the opposite side of the room.

-Here is … Jotunheim Realm of the Frost Giants …

Írimme watched him crouch and then stand up with a huge book in his hands, the cold was gone.

-Come…

He told her and they both went to a huge golden table in the center of the room, placed the book on it and opened it. The cold returned, but Íirme paid no attention to it because she was hallucinated with the beautiful moving drawings that appeared in the pages, they were images with a life of their own and seemed to be narrating a story.

Írime¨se was dazzled by that. She caressed the letters engraved on the pages with an extraordinary delicacy.

-I do not understand this language …

-It’s very old … it’s no longer used in Asgard …

-But you know it …

Loki nodded

-I have learned to speak it but not with fluid …

And putting his hand very close to hers he began to read:

- "Beyond the roots of the Yggdrasil the Realm of the Frost Giants rises, it is a cold place and the sun never shines in its skies, there are dark and deep valleys and mountainous peaks where it is always winter.The wind lashes wrathful those shady landscapes. Írime watched him as he read. His voice was sweet and melodious and had a majestic dignity of a king, the cadence and rhythm that attributed to his words turned them into music.

Loki continued reading without noticing the look dule that Írimë had adopted.

- "The ice covers everything, from the highest mountains, the frozen forests are its greatest beauty …”

The Istari shook her head in a gesture of disagreement when she heard him say, to utter those words whose beauty was only in their way of pronouncing them and not in what they meant.

-It has not always been like this …

She said

- There was a time, a long time, maybe too much, in which the rivers were clear and flowed through fields immensely green and leafy, with mountains of icy peaks and green valleys … there were birds in their skies and fish in their rivers … “

Loki watched her for a moment in silence, as if he had not wanted to interrupt her thoughts.

-I have never seen that Jotunheim …

Írime smiled again with that sweet sadness that began to move the spirit of Loki more and more

-I did and it was beautiful … but no one will remember that here …

Loki frowned in a confused gesture

-How old are you?

Írime¨lo looked smiles now

-My age is not something that you can easily understand, like my true nature, we do not count the years as you tell them, we do not even really count them, we do not live like mortals because we are not …

-We live thousands of years but you are immortal …

He said as if that seemed fascinating to him.

-Is not a gift for us, immortality can be very sad when you’ve seen so much …

I have paused that Loki respected.

-Some of our people have decided to give it up

Loki almost laughed.

-Give up to immortality, why do something like that? "For love,” she said in a sigh, “many of my people have felt love for some mortal and once you feel love you become truly eternal, you can not imagine a life if it is not with whom you love … there were those who chose that eternity.

Loki did not respond to that, although he was not able to fully understand her words, he thought they were beautiful.

Írimë looked at the book as if she wanted to change the subject of conversation and an image caught her attention, the magestuosa and radiant figure of that first Asgardian she had met on arriving at Asgard appeared on that page.

-What do you know about him?

She said pointing to the white-shining armorer, Loki took his eyes to the figure and snorted.

-Heimdall, the gatekeeper

He said contemptuously

- Why is he in this book?

Loki snorted another

-Heimdall, the son of the nine mothers, is everywhere, he is a voyeur and he does not allow you to keep any secret, he can hear you even if you are standing in the most distant world, and what I say is not figurative …

Írime said

- Is he seeing us and hearing us now?

Loki smiled with a gesture of satisfaction.

- No, because I do not allow it … in fact … - he said slowly - no one can see or hear us … we are hidden from everyone’s eyes …

The Istari looked at him in silence

-But do not fear … I’m not so evil as to hurt you even if they say the opposite of me.

The Istari smiled again.

-I do not believe what they say, I know you’re not evil.

And although Irime said it making reference to her inner power that warned her of an imminent danger, Loki was not dangerous and she knew it, Loki took this as a praise and responded with a gentle bow.

Loki went to the figure of Heimdall.

-Why did you ask about him?

Írime shrugged First of all, understanding what he does in a book that talks about Jotunheim …

-It is easy to explain, he is the guard of the Bifrost bridge and since this bridge communicates Asgard with Midgard, its other side concludes under the roots of the Yggdrassil near the source of the wisdom, some think that the Frost Giants could use it to cross Asgard and Heimdal must avoid it …

- What nonsense …

Irime said laughing.

-And in second place?

Loki asked her that he had been very attentive to her words, Irime sighed remembering that confusing first encounter but did not tell him the feeling of fear that he had transmitted to her.

-I do not know, when we arrived and he welcomed us he called me in a strange way, he told me Sigyn … do you know what it could mean?

Loki laughed.

-He did not confuse you with any of his girls, I’m sure he do not have any, he’s not goes out house.

And he laughed again at a joke that only he understood.

"I’m sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. “You’ve already noticed that we’re not friends …”

And he laughed again

-But we´ll see … Sigyn …

And he pursed his lips in a funny gesture that indicated he was thinking, Irime thought it was charming.

-I do not think it’s a word, it’s actually a pretty strange guy but … the first part sounds familiar … let me see. He went to another corner of the great room and looked for some books. Írime stopped feeling the cold that she had been feeling and frowning again she looked at the book and put her hand on its pages, she thought of the Jotnar, she did not want to stop feeling that, she reminded her loved ones, but it did not work this time. At last Loki seemed to find what he was looking for and came up with his book and opened it by putting it on the table, she was still caressing the pages of the other book and suddenly the cold returned, the Istari sighed happily.

-This is a book of very old languages, there are words here that nobody remembers … and you say Sigyn and it reminded me of Sigr … what it meant …

And he searched with his long, delicate fingers in an index of words.

-Here is, yes, it is “victory” Sigr is victory and the end of the word “Yn … I just know that as I hear it reminds me of the friend word, a” female friend “, but I’m sure it is written differently , let me see…

And he was looking

-Here, -said at last- the word is "Vina” but it would be pronounced as “inn”, He could have called you “Friend of Victory” and this may have been a good wish for your mision , it’s quite hopeful …

Irime frowned not so convinced.

-But he told me it just me, he should have said that to Elbereth, not me … and he really wanted that I realizing it …

Loki sighed

-From the weird Heimdall everything is possible.

Irime felt an extreme curiosity, something told her that there was more in those words than she imagined and that he was not referring to the msision of her people, it was something that concerned hier personally, maybe hers was a different victory, perhaps her lords had not chosen her because yes, she suddenly felt a terrible need to discover what that meant.

-Tell me more about Heimdal please …

Loki looked at her with a gesture mixed with surprise and disapproval but nodded to her request.

-If you want…

And the young woman smiled.

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lokislittlesigyn · 4 years ago

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OG616 : Thor 1 - Pt.2 [Unwelcome Guests]

[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]

Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)

Warnings: Some mention of violence/death. All past tense.

Author’s Note: A shorter piece! Don’t worry, everything goes downhill from here for poor Loki and Sigyn. ;) Fiction must always get worse before it can get better, no?

Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath

To be added to the taglist, just ask me here or send a message! <3

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The cheering was brought to an abrupt halt as Odin stood, his great spear Gungnir beating the ground with a resounding thud. All of Asgard stood at attention as the Allfather questioned Thor.

"Thor. Odinson.." Odin began, "My heir, my firstborn…"

Sigyn felt Loki tense beside her. She looked at him and quietly laced her fingers with his. They twitched, but found a sure grip around her hand, as they had so many times before.

Odin continued. "...So long entrusted with the mighty hammer Mjolnir, forged in the heart of a dying star. It’s power has no equal - as a weapon to destroy, or as a tool to build. ‘Tis a fit companion for a king. I have defended Asgard, and the lives of the innocent across the Nine Realms since the time of the Great Beginning. The day has come for you to take up this great mantle.” Odin paused. “Do you swear to guard the Nine Realms?"

"I swear." Thor answered.

"Do you swear to preserve the peace?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear, to cast aside all selfish ambition and to pledge yourself only to the good of the realm?"

"I swear!" Thor raised Mjolnir high.

"Then on this day, I, Odin Allfather, proclaim you…" Odin stopped. Silence hung over the room, thick as the cloak of night. He looked away from Thor, his eye set toward the distance, as though focused on something beyond them.

"Frost Giants."

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Raised voices sounded from the weapons vault as Sigyn approached, her hair now looser than before, golden adornments gone - though still wearing her gown from before. The coronation had come to an abrupt halt once Jotuns, of all things, had been found inside Asgard. Inside one of the deepest reaches of Asgard, no less: Odin’s weapon vault. But something like this was impossible.

The Asgardians and Jotuns had made a truce, longstanding since the last war - for most of her life, they’d been at peace. Her own father, Vaskr, had fought in that war, and earned a place among Odin’s advisors from his prowess and courage in battle. But that same valiance had incited the wrath of a particular Jotuness, who in her rage had cursed Vaskr’s family.

Sigyn knew of that curse all too well. It was what took her mother, icy death spreading through her body and snuffing out her life.

Now, those same monsters were here. In her home. Far, far too close.

The hair on Sigyn’s arm rose as she neared the vault. She shivered, feeling the residual cold. There was no mistaking it: Jotuns had been here.

She crept closer, pressing the door open, slipping inside...

"...They know you are vulnerable!" Thor’s voice.

Just then, Odin turned. He recognized her, and clearly thought to say something - but upon seeing Loki turn to her, addressed Thor again. "What action would you take?"

Sigyn lifted her gown to keep from tripping and walked down the stairs gingerly, avoiding puddles of ice. Her gaze drifted to the fallen Einherjar, to pieces of Frost Giants, strewn along the ground…Then to Loki’s boots, and up to his face.

His lips were set in a thin, frustrated line. He exhaled a heavy sigh.

"I told you to go to our chambers," he murmured, moving close to her.

"You know I couldn’t do that." She answered softly, taking his outstretched palm. “Not with.. Everything.” She glanced at the bodies, then back at Loki.

"It’s not safe here. You don’t need to see this," He lifted an arm to nudge her away from the corpses. Closer to him. To safety. She welcomed it.

"There must be some way I can help.."

"You can help by staying put. Listening-" Loki was cut off by Odin.

"But you’re not king!" Odin yelled. All eyes turned to him, the room stilled.

Sigyn swallowed, moving closer to Loki.

"...Not yet." Odin walked past them without so much as another glance. A moment later, Thor stormed out of the vault.

"Go to our chambers, love." Loki said, holding her hand and leading her out of the vault. "I’ll talk to him."

"Please, try to talk some sense into him.."

"Thor? Sense?" Loki smiled weakly.

"Try."

"I will." He kissed her cheek. "Wait for me.”

Against her direct wishes, Sigyn obeyed. She went to their chambers, giving every shadow a second glance - as though any of them could be a Jotun creeping through the palace. Her shoulders sank with relief as she entered her room, letting the door shut behind her. The sun, now low in the sky, cast an amber glow over the floor. The balcony straight ahead of her beckoned in a breeze, low and calm. She closed her eyes, breathing it in.

She just needed to wait. Loki knew how to cool Thor’s temper better than most. He would know what to do.

And so she waited until Loki returned.

He was back sooner than she anticipated, his brow set into a stiff scowl. He was dressed in lighter clothes, now. Riding clothes. Immediately, he went to the long, low dresser on the side wall of their room: where he kept his weapons.

"What of Thor?" Sigyn jumped out of the chair she’d been sitting in, trotting over to Loki’s side.

"Thor will be fine."

"What did he say?"

"He..." Loki grabbed his throwing knives, stowing them on his person. "He is leading The Warriors Three, Lady Sif and I to Jotunheim."

Sigyn felt the blood drain from her face, her breath caught in her chest. "Jotunheim?"

"Yes." Loki turned to her and grabbed her shoulders, smoothing his hands down her arms. "Now, shhh, don’t fret.” He steadied her. “I mean to alert a guard. He’ll inform father what we’ve done, and by the time we make it to the Bifrost, we’ll be caught."

"And then you can all have a proper talk…?" Sigyn swallowed.

"Yes. Their tempers are running high, both of them - but I will handle it. You mustn’t worry, my dear." He moved a hand to her chin, tilting it up to face him. "I’ll be back before you know it. In fact - I’ll find you. And we won’t even have a chance of stepping foot on Jotunheim in the first place."

Sigyn tried to fight the idea of him going to that realm, of him endangering himself, of her brother and friends being in danger too. The thought of them coming back hurt, or worse, not at all... She grabbed his hand, smoothing her thumb over his skin. "You promise?"

"I promise." His tone was low, steady. Certain.

Slowly, Sigyn nodded. "Okay."

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lokislittlesigyn · 4 years ago

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OG616 : Thor: The Dark World - Pt.5 [The Visit]

[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]

Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)

Warnings: Major character death, some other mentions of violence/death. Nothing overly graphic.

Author’s Note: Have a little old-married-couple-Logyn as a treat. (followed by immediate sad. I promise, this gets less dark soon!)

Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath , @onaheroicmission To be added to the taglist, just ask me here or send a message! <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He was there.

Right there.

Moments away. Inches away. Loki stood with his back to her, flipping through a book.

The inside of his cell looked surprisingly comfortable, mostly thanks to what few things she and Frigga sent. Inside there were the tables, the chair and footstool. Books, stacked neatly against the far wall. A bed in the corner - with their blankets on it. The bed was unmade, one of the blankets hanging off the edge onto the floor.

At least he’s gotten some rest.

She smiled softly, then looked at him again. She wasn't sure how to get his attention.

Glancing around just to make sure they were alone, she pulled down her cloak's hood.

Seconds felt like years. Eons.

What do I say?

She stared at him. Took another step up the stairs before the cell, and tripped - gasping sharply, barely catching herself before she fell into the field of burning energy.

That was close. She leaned back, trembling slightly, her gaze locked on the deep gold aura gleaming in front of her.

Then she looked up. Her heart skipped a beat.

Loki was watching her, his face conveying pure astonishment for a split second - then confusion. Anger?

"Sigyn." He snapped his book shut. "I should have known you would be foolish enough to come here."

"Foolish?"

"Yes, foolish. It is foolish to risk getting caught, to risk getting killed-" He stopped himself. Exhaled, set the book aside. Looked back at her. "You should not have come."

"I hadn't meant to anger you..."

"Pardon me for fearing for my wife's safety."

"Loki, I am safe." She tried to step closer, but stopped at the barrier. She already hated the barrier. "You see? I got past the guards without them ever noticing - Loki, I'm here, I've come to you! Are you not glad to see me?"

"I would be more glad if you were not so close to being locked away too."

Sigyn's voice softened. "If it meant being with you, I would choose it."

Loki swallowed, watching her. He stepped closer.

"What happened to you, Loki? What did they do to you?"

"The Asgardians?" He huffed a laugh.

"No. The creatures you were with, the mad titan and his ally. What happened?"

Loki’s smile quickly disappeared.

".. You shan't speak of it. Of course." Sigyn looked away.

Give him time. Be patient.

She looked back at him.

He seemed to be studying her. Soaking in every inch of her. It felt almost like when he would admire her, so long ago. Of course, she admired him too.

She'd always admired him.

"I still can't believe you're here.." She breathed. "I missed you. I missed you so much. When they told me you were dead, I..." Tears gathered in her eyes. "I couldn't believe it. I didn't, at first. And then you were alive again. But you weren't safe, you were out there, alone.." She stumbled over the words, whispering through tears. "I missed you."

He let out a soft, defeated sigh, blinking slowly. "I missed you too."

Sigyn's heart felt lighter than it had in over a year.

He missed me. He still loves me.

She smiled, in spite of the circumstances, though she desperately wished she could join him. She wiped a few tears away with the back of her hand.

"The necklace I gave you.." Loki walked to the edge of the barrier, his hands behind his back. "You still wear it."

"Of course I do." She pulled it from under her shirt, holding it out. "I haven't stopped."

"Since..?"

"Since the day you fell."

Loki nodded. "Hm. Truly the goddess of fidelity."

"It's just a title," She returned the necklace to its previous spot.

"But you uphold it well."

She smirked. "As you do yours."

Loki let out a breathy laugh. "I'm sure many would disagree."

"The god of mischief," She smiled, warmth in her voice, "The trickster. Fitting titles, both."

"And yet who is now on the outside looking in? Hiding their identity, committing - I'm afraid to say - terrible crimes?"

"Is it a crime to see my husband?"

"It's certainly a crime to break into the dungeon."

"Funny. You'd think they'd be more worried about someone getting out, not in." Sigyn grinned.

Loki huffed, "You would be surprised."

"Perhaps. Shows how much I‘ve yet to learn," she giggled, glancing away for a moment. As she turned her head, she could've sworn she saw Loki truly smile at her.

"Have you any idea how these cells work?"

"Now, Sigyn. Don't tell me you're going to break in and out of the dungeon."

"I only asked a question." She walked over to the dungeon wall. No controls, no levers, no hint to how the barriers were sustained..

"Some sort of spell, I imagine, but none I know." Loki watched her, gripping his hands together as she continued smoothing her hand over the wall. "Sigyn," He called, "You should leave."

She stopped. "What?"

"Leave, Sigyn."

"I've only just got here.."

"It's not safe."

"But-"

"The guards are coming on patrol. Unless you would like a cell of your own, you must leave."

She looked at him one last time. Sure enough, the sound of footsteps echoed through the dungeon. She hadn't noticed.

"I love you," She grasped her hood.

He gazed down at her, his breath heavier. "..I love you too, Sigyn. Now go."

~~~~

Sigyn left the dungeons completely unnoticed. She meandered through the palace, stopping near the throne room. Checked to make sure she was alone before pulling down her hood and gazing out a window at the city. Her heart still felt giddy, her hands still a bit shaky after finally speaking with him - it took everything in her not to shout for joy.

I'll find a way to free you, Loki. You'll be safe here. The Nine Realms are protected, our family is back together again. We even have Jane now - everything is better than it was before. She sighed happily, taking in deep, relaxed breaths between small fits of laughter. It will be okay. Everything will be okay-

Alarms sounded.

The prison alarms.

Her hair stood on end, her heart skipping once before pounding in her chest.

Loki.

Had he found a way out?

Guards hurried, battalions forming and marching to report to the king. They wouldn’t rally so many just to stop him… We’re under attack.

Sigyn followed. She caught a glimpse of Frigga and Jane walking away.

Good. Frigga will keep her safe.

"Allfather?" Sigyn caught up with Odin. He turned, facing her. "Allfather - how can I help?"

"You can stay out harm's way."

Sigyn huffed, "I want to help."

"Sigyn, you have little experience in battle, and no weapon to speak of. The best you can do is stay safe."

She wanted to argue. To help, to fight whatever was attacking her home - but instead she nodded, backing down. An argument between her and Odin was the last thing everyone needed. "Very well, as you wish.."

Odin seemed vaguely impressed as she turned, leaving. Not knowing where Frigga and Jane were, Sigyn went up to a room she knew healers would be hiding in - and sure enough, many were there, looking bewildered. She closed the door, standing before them.

"The Allfather will protect us. We are to remain here."

Countless explosions sounded from outside. The entire room shook as something attacked - no, bombarded the palace.

The servants looked to Sigyn. As princess, she was highest in command among them.. Though she’d hardly led anyone before.

"Don’t fret," She assured them again, "We will be safe here."

They waited.

And waited.

Holed up in the quiet healing room, listening to muffled explosions from outside.

Sigyn couldn't decide if it was better or worse to be waiting, rather than in battle - at least out there, she might see what was going on. Eventually, the deep hum of a ship flying away suggested they could leave.

Sigyn walked to the door, opening it. Paused. "It's safe."

Making her way to the throne room, her breath grew unsteady.

Bodies. Bodies everywhere, littering the floor with blood and decay. A ship had crashed into the throne room. Countless pillars of stone toppled over, the dust still settling over the ruin.

The throne of Asgard, half destroyed. More bodies laid strewn about before it.

She swallowed, looking at each of them pointedly. Rest well. You fought bravely.

She looked around her. Not a soul. Where are they all?

She searched the castle, catching sight of Thor and Jane. They were safe.

"There you are!" She stopped in front of them. "Where is everyone, brother?"

Thor gazed down at her.

Sigyn's brow immediately furrowed and her stomach churned. He had the same grim look she'd seen over a year ago, when he'd returned from the Bifrost with Odin. But now it somehow looked more certain. More real. More… Enraged.

"Thor...?"

"Sigyn, come, there is.. No way to put this lightly."

~~~~

Frigga was dead. Gone.

Dark elves had attacked and murdered her, along with countless others. Dark elves of Svartalfheim - an enemy they were told had been slaughtered by King Bor eons ago.

Yet another lie that had cost her family everything.

So many lives lost.

Her life lost.

Sigyn sat by a window, weeping quietly. Grief came in waves, washing over her relentlessly, one after the other.

If I'd followed them, her and Jane, things might be different.

I should've followed them. I should've helped them. I should’ve known how to fight.

She gripped the folds of her cloak, sniffling. Squeezing her eyes shut.

Mother, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I should've been there to defend you.

Sigyn opened her eyes again, gazing out the window.

I miss you already.

~~~~

That night, a funeral was held. Sigyn begged Odin to let Loki attend.

He refused, and forbade she try to tell him herself.

She knew it was too risky to go see Loki now. Frigga was no longer there to vouch for her - one wrong step, and Odin may have Loki executed for all she knew...

So Sigyn stood alongside Thor and Jane, clutching her necklace with white knuckles. Watched as boats, carrying the deceased, drifted peacefully by. There were so many boats... Too many.

A flaming arrow was lit, sent flying out to meet Frigga's boat. Flames consumed it. Then more arrows flew and met the other boats, flames growing. Burning.

As Frigga's boat drifted to the edge of the sea, Odin beat Gungnir on the ground, and her body turned to stardust, floating up into the sky.

Sigyn's gaze followed them.

An ocean of stars. Billions of shining lights, the same she and Loki once lied under. The same she once asked Frigga about.

I miss you, Frigga. A tear ran down her cheek as hundreds of lights were released, each drifting to the sky. Stars in their own right.

I will keep your son Loki safe. Give him your love and mine, love him more than I ever have before. I will help Thor, and Jane, the mortal. I promise, I will do you proud. Even if you were not my birth mother,

She swallowed,

You were a mother to me.

#loki x sigyn #loki fanfic #logyn #OG616 #thor: the dark world

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